48 Hours a Day

Two months later, on the Finlay border, in some blind little farm.

Zhang Heng wiped the sweat on his forehead, lowered the axe in his hand, and moved the chopped wood back to the woodshed. After he pushed the door into the living room, he had set up hot bread and fresh fish soup on the table.

Greta, 67, was the owner of the farm, and her man and only son were killed in the war, while another daughter married far to the United States, more than a month ago, two of whom she had kindly left to stay.

After learning that they had nowhere to go, she warmly invited them to stay.

It happened that the farm was short of help, so the two people lived there. Gretel only said that they were relatives of the men on the American side, and Zhang Heng's fluent English proved this from the side.

As for Simon, she hasn't spoken much, as usual, but over time her somewhat boring person has gradually been accepted by those around her.

Both men's weapons were thrown away halfway through, while Simon's gunshot wound to the shoulder was healed by a small-town doctor. She had no relatives. Her only grandfather had passed away in the previous year, and in a sense had nothing to do with it.

After the war by the lake, Zhang Heng had intended to take the girl to the United States, but later he thought about finding it a little unrealistic. The distance between the United States and Finland was too far away, not necessarily for a while, and Simon English was generally spoken, as opposed to staying in Sweden on the border with Finland.

The former was one of the latter principalities, and many of the Finns spoke Swedish, and in small villages like this one, where the vast majority of the population knew two languages, Greta was one of them, at least here Simon had no barriers to communication.

Zhang Heng saw the girl coming back from the outside through the window, carrying a shotgun and carrying a dead rabbit and fox in her hand.

Simon put his prey in the kitchen and then put the shotgun back in the attic, so he could wash his hands and eat.

Grandma Gretel filled everyone with a bowl of fish soup, and Zhang Heng thanked her in Finnish, as every night before.

The three of them finished their dinner in a harmonious atmosphere and said good night to each other.

The next morning, Greta prepared food for both of them early in the morning and put it in the basket.

Instead of wearing the usual hunting clothes, Simon deliberately changed to a floral dress that the old man had originally made for his daughter, which looked a little small on Simon, and the latter seemed a little out of tune with the outfit.

Gretel smiled and handed the picnic basket in his hand to both of them, "Have fun. ”

Zhang Heng picked up the basket and hugged the old man, “Goodbye, Greta. ”

“Goodbye, son. ”

The old man waved by the door, the two looked like little couples going out for a trip, Zhang Heng riding his bicycle across the farm field with Simon, the square in the town center, the hospital with the blood donation advertisement... feel the exotic scenery all the way around.

The war in Sufin has temporarily come to an end, but the war in the whole continent of Europe has only just begun. Sweden, because of its status as a neutral State, is one of the few countries spared by the Holocaust, and it is also a source of seclusion in World War II.

Zhang Heng parked his bike on a lawn outside the town. The two of them climbed up the grass slope with a picnic basket and saw the other side of the flower sea. Zhang Heng did not know the names of the white flowers below.

The Finnish national flower seems to be a white flower called Suzuran, but unfortunately it's not the right time, it's a month or two away from the flower period, and it should be unproductive.

This was the last day he stayed in this copy. Zhang Heng promised Simon the day at an early age. The girl didn't say anything, but just arranged this last outing with him.

The two had walked the streets of the town, fished in the pond, played poker for a while, and then shared Greta's well-prepared fish sandwich at the top of the slope, but still didn't say much.

This is also the most habitual way for the two of us to get along.

The breeze blew Simon's hair and skirt, and the girl ended up pillowing her head on someone's knee and closing her eyes...

Zhang Heng looked at the time on the watch, took off his coat and covered Simon. The sleeping girl, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

The next moment, Zhang Heng's ear heard that familiar voice.

[Reaching the regression deadline, task completion confirmation...]

[Clear a copy of Mannheim Defense Line to welcome you. The third round of games is over and you are about to return to the real world...]

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Zhang Heng opened his eyes from the card holder and gave rise to a feeling of silence.

Clearly, the shortest period of this round of games was possible because of the powerful death pressure that kept him alive with extra effort every minute and every second, and returning to today's civilized society from the Second World War in flames of war, which seemed like a hundred years.

It's just that there's no longer that interdependent person around.

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This time Zhang Hengfu sat in the card holder for half an hour before getting up, and as he got up, something slipped out of his pocket, Zhang Hengfu bowed his head, and when he saw something like that, he snapped.

This is a little beast bone necklace that the girl has been wearing around her neck, much smaller than the piece of bone that the old man in Tang suit threw at him before, only with a big nail cover.

It is engraved with a tall red pine with thick branches and complex roots.

Zhang Heng doesn't know when Simon put this thing in his pocket, but since he can bring it back, it means that this little thing is also a game item.

More than one hundred and forty days later, Zhang Heng originally thought that he would never encounter game props again in the third round of games, but didn't expect that game prop to be around him all the time.

He wasn't anxious to get the bartender lady to identify him, because since this thing was worn by Simon for so long, that means it shouldn't have any negative effects.

At the moment, he has one more thing to identify.

The Moresby skeleton, Zhang Hengzheng, listened to the advice of the Tang suit elderly man and tried not to expose his relationship with each other, so he waited until the end of the round of games before he had the chance to bring the game props that were not obtained from the copy of the game to the bartender lady.

The latter consistently touched the fish attitude, and when I saw what Zhang Heng had in his hand, I couldn't help but look up at him more. "I know you have lucky rabbit feet, but isn't this bonus a little exaggerated? Three copies, three game props? Aren't you the bastard son of a lucky goddess? ”